Derek: Hello again everyone and welcome to this week’s edition of Wednesday Wargames!

Warrick: Yup, welcome

Derek: Great show for you guys tonight….the World Title tournament continues, The Frost makes his in ring debut and we find out who Triple M will face at Damaged Dreams for the right to be called #1 Contender!

Warrick: Cool

Derek: I can tell my partner is just all jacked up, ready for action!

Warrick: Uh Huh

Derek: Wait, I’m being told that someone is just now arriving! Could it be Syren?!

~We cut backstage where we see that The Judge has just arrived! He is heading down the hallway towards his dressing room to prepare for his match later on against Tony Case. Judge reaches his dressing room and opens the door. He enters the dressing room and shuts the door behind him. The second the door closes a smoke bomb goes off filling the room with smoke. Judge begins to cough and reaches for the door. He opens it and is able to get out of the room. He shuts the door behind him, still coughing. Suddenly, we see Tony Case ambush Judge from the side, taking him down with a spear. Case then begins to pound away on him with some stiff rights and lefts. Case finally stops beating on Judge and stands up, looking down at him~

Tony Case: Hope you enjoyed that because later tonight there will be more from where that came, as you will indeed Bite The Bullet.

~And after saying this, Case delivers a stiff soccer style kick to Judge's ribs before walking away, we cut back to the announce table~

Derek: Tony Case with an attack on The Judge! Perhaps softening him up for their match later on tonight!

Warrick: Perhaps

Derek: Okay man, you are going to have to help me out here…I’m not a one man show!

Warrick: I’ll give it my best

Derek: Okay and on that note…it’s time for the first match!

~ “I Smell Trouble” by Travis Tritt begins to play and the fans stand and watch as Double Trouble makes his way down to the ring area~

Satchell: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Opp, Alabama, standing 6’3” and weighing over 230 lbs……Double Trouble!!!!!

~ “Frostalicious” by G-Stylez hits and the fans go crazy as The Frost makes his debut down the ramp in HOP Wrestling~

Satchell: And his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, standing 6’7” and weighing in at 267 lbs…..The Frozen One…..The Frost!!!!!

~Frost gets in the ring and stands on the top turnbuckle, catering to the fans. Suddenly DT attacks him from behind with a vicious, clubbing forearm to Frost’s back. Frost grabs his back in pain. DT now lifts Frost up from the turnbuckles and drops him straight to the mat with a Razor’s Edge! DT goes for a quick pin~

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Kick Out!!

Derek: Yikes! Double Trouble almost pulled off the biggest upset in House of Pain History!

Warrick: Well, that wouldn’t be hard, seeing as we’ve only seen like five matches….

Derek: Yea, true, but nice move nevertheless

Warrick: Yes, Double Trouble was definitely oozing machismo

~DT gets to his feet and pulls Frost to his. He whips Frost into a corner and then charges in with a huge splash. DT then begins to chop away at the chest of The Frost. DT then gives Frost a nice hip toss out of the corner and Frost lands in the middle of the ring. DT climbs to the top turnbuckle now and is getting set for another move. He leaps off, but Frost lifts his foot up and nails DT right in the jaw, knocking him to the ground~

Derek: Double Trouble got caught there

Warrick: Yea, sucks to be him

Derek: Yea….I guess

~Frost is now at his feet and so is DT, who is holding his jaw in pain. DT goes for a strong right hand, but Frost blocks it and drops DT with a huge lariat. Frost now pulls DT to his feet and lifts him up and places him across his shoulders in a DVD type position. He then begins to spin around and around before dropping DT to the mat with the Airplane Spin~

Derek: An Airplane Spin! I haven’t seen that move since….well…never

Warrick: Isn’t that a move for old ladies?

Derek: Yea…might be, I’ll check up on that!

~Frost now pulls DT to his feet and whips him into a corner, DT hits hard. Frost charges in and nails DT with a spear in the corner. Frost then yanks DT out of the corner, lifts him up in the air and drops him quickly with a scoop slam. Frost then nails a couple of quick leg drops on DT before going for a pin~

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Kick Out!!

Derek: Well, Double Trouble kicked out!

Warrick: Obviously delaying the inevitable.

Derek: Hey, Double Trouble could still win!

Warrick: Ummm….no…he can’t

~Frost now signals out to the crowd that this match is indeed over with. He grabs DT by his head and lifts him to his feet. He then hooks him and quickly drops him with Frostbite!!! DT is out of it as Frost goes for the pin and the ref makes the count~

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~The bell rings as the ref raises the hand of The Frost~

Satchell: Here is your winner……THE FROST!!!!!

Warrick: Good opening match, is the main event here yet?

Derek: Nope, that is later, but why wait, Triple M is going to be getting the World Title Shot against the World Champion. Because I know that he is going to just cremate Gambler Greg or Billy Redneck.

Warrick: I guess….What an impressive opening match tonight between the Frost and Double Trouble. You ole me $25 dollars, Derek.

Derek: Why?

Warrick: Because you thought that Double Trouble were going to win. I heard you hollering during the match for Frost to lose. But Frost surprises us.

Derek: I admit, that he is ready to go for a title. But the main thing is that he don’t know just who his opponent is yet.

Warrick: Oh, Who cares about those other pricks. They are afraid to ask Deano for a title match. Dude, who is that in the ring?

~A figure is now standing in the ring….and then he points towards the HOPTron. Suddenly the lights go out. The fans in the arena and the announcers are wondering what is going on with the show. We finally see a bright orange light pointing from the rafters and is circling around the arena. Suddenly we see the number “8” on the HOPTrong. We then see a mysterious figure.. He takes off his shade and it appears to be none other than the Frost! The Fans in the arena start to scream over Frost and Frost pulls out a microphone from his back pocket. He looks around and he then begins to talk.

The Frost: Well, Well, Well. How does it feel to see the Frost on national television!

~The fans then start to chant “Frosty!”, “Frosty!”~

The Frost: Well, as you all know, we have a PPV coming up, called Damaged Dreams. At Damaged Dreams all the titles are going to be on the line. I know that it was a shock to me, like it was you all. We will have a new World, International, Hardcore, Oceanic, Cruiserweight, Tag Team and the Internet Champion. Well, I know that I won’t be able to be known as the first H.O.P. Heavyweight or International champion, but I am looking to become the first champion of one title division. But, since I can’t really think of what title to go after. I came out here in Los Angeles to ask you, the fans what title should the Frost go after.

~Suddenly, The Frost drops the microphone on the stage. The Frost then walks towards the back of the stage and pushes a basket out. Inside the basket is valuables that cannot be seen as there is a big orange throw-over rug over the basket. The Frost then bends over to pick up the microphone. After drinking a bottle of water, The Frost grabs the mic and begins to speak.~

The Frost: So, I know what you all are thinking? You all are thinking.... Just what in the hell does The Frost have in this basket? Well fans, to answer your question, The Frost has lots of things in his basket. But, since I don’t have a clue what title to go for, or since I can’t wait until Prez DEAN gives a decision, I want you to make a decision for me.

~Fans cheer~

The Frost: Okay.. Remember, I told you that I was addicted to Gold. I couldn’t help it. Knowing that Gold is wrapped around my waist satisfies my thirst. But since I don’t have it. I was wondering.... DEAN, you might wonder why I have on these flipper-flinn shoes? The reason why is because I wanted to get my swimming gear ready so I can go for the Oceanic Title. Yeah Dean, (reaches into basket)... You can see that I am ready. I have my lifesaver, my swimming goggles, my swimming trunks, my shower cap... Oh yeah Dean, you know I got to keep the Perm Tight!

~The Frost then pauses as the fans start to laugh at the comment.. Meanwhile, at the announcement booth, Derek Mobley and Warrick Hill are bursting out in laughter that probably drowned out the laughter of the audience~

Derek: Oh, My God! I can’t believe that The Frost would go to this extent to get a title shot.

Warrick: Yeah, I know, all he had to do was just wait in the back until Dean came out with his announcement. He just got out of a good match and now he’s out here with his little “CoolBreeze” shorts! Look at his knees!! They look like two big ole’ scratchpads!

The Frost: Now, moving on.. Now Dean, I figured out that maybe.. Just maybe, I’m not fit for the Oceanic Title. Hell, the many of the Frost fans that have followed my career have known for me to be an avid tag team partner. Dean, I even know that your boys Derek and Warrick down there know this...

~The Frost then unbuttons his Orange Bubble coat to showcase one of his greatest accomplishments... An originator of the 3rd Earth Klique! the Fans this time is kinda cut through the middle of the passage. While some are cheering the Frost because of his popularity, some others are booing the Frost because of his involvement with the 3rd Earth Klique. Meanwhile Derek and Warrick are showing their disbelief in the Frost.~

Warrick: He can talk all he want too about the “3rd Earth Klique” We beat them Alien Ass!

The Frost: So, you know. I wouldn’t mind going for the World Tag Team Championships here because frankly, your tag teams that we have here are nothing more than trash. Hell, I seen my daughter Skye fight better than the two of them. So, Dean if you want to give me a tag team match... Go ahead.. Do it.. I want you too. But you know what Dean, maybe, you’re right.. I’ll need a partner. Let’s see, Da Link is back in Rehab, and I couldn’t trust anyone the way that I did Link, so I thought to myself, Could I find a tag team partner that I know that I can trust? So, I got the next best thing..

~The Frost takes the rug off of the basket, and there is something that is blurry at the time. The Frost lifts an object that looks to be cardboard. The Frost sets it up and the cameras get a good view on it. It appears to be a “Cardboard” Cut-out of himself. The Frost stands by it, and give the same exact expression that the picture have on it. The fans start to cheer!~

The Frost: So, Prez. How about it? The Frost and... well The Frost going against the best tag team you have in the H.O.P?

~The Frost then start reaching in his basket and he pulls out a Trash-Can lid, a kendo-stick and a steel chair. The Frost then raises the kendo-stick in the air. The fans start to cheer and stand as they wait for the Frost next movement.~

The Frost: Okay, Finally, I thought about it, I am the best it is at what I do, and if someone wants to put me in a Hardcore match, let it be me. A street Fight, I can do that. A Steel Cage match, a Hell in a Cell, I can do it. It don’t matter. Dean, if you want to put me in a Weapons match, I want you to do it. You know that the Hardcore title is my Title. Oh yeah, Look at this.... I am going to be the KING of H.O.P.

~The Frost takes the Steel Chair and smack the kendo stick across his forehead. The Frost takes about three shots at the head and he then throws his head and his hands up. His music starts to play as we see Blood starts to flow down the Frost face, as the lights come back on and we are back focused on Derek and Warrick~

Derek: Wow…very entertaining but strange….was he there in person?

Warrick: Nah, it had to be taped…hell, he just fought!

Derek: Yea…definitely…but great taping job by The Frost…I think he made a good case, not just in the video, but in the ring tonight for a title shot.

Warrick: Yea, I’d agree.

Derek: Well, I’m being told that Reid is backstage with Tina Davis

~We cut backstage where Reid is trying to get a word with Tina Davis who is walking around with Joshua Curtis~

Reid: Ms. Davis a monment of your time if I may?

Davis: I can spare a few minutes my good man. What may I ask do you want to inquire about?

Reid: Well in just a few minutes you have a match against Seth Frizz, a man that your partner almost crippled last week in his debut match.

Davis: Yes he almost did but the main reason he didn't do it is because its not our style to cripple opponents.

Reid: It is well known that you are a former World Champion in other feds and that you are very loyal to your home country of Canada. How do you feel about this fed and the fans here south of the Canadian border?

Davis: I love it here! The fans here are the best that I have been around in some time and seeing this many fans coming to a young feds shows, House or TV, shows just how much they care about the success of this place and I'll be here till the end of it *laughs* which I hope will never happen

Reid: Well now let's talk about tonight. You have a second round match against the aforementioned Seth Frizz. Anything you'd like to say to him before you head out to the ring?

Davis: Just this: Frizz last week you took my partner for granted and he damn near ended ya right on the spot to keep you out of the tournament. Well this week pal things are a little different because this week I don't care about what kind of damage I do to ya, for I have been a World Champion in the IWF and if anyone will have "Damaged Dreams" it'll be you!

Reid: Well I thank you for your time Ms. Davis and good luck with the match tonight.

Davis: The pleasure was all mine!

~Davis and Curtis walk off down the hallway when Seth Frizz approaches them, sporting a wooden crutch to use as support for his weak knee.. Curtis gets in a defensive mode but Frizz quickly throws his hands up as if to say "hold it"..~

Seth Frizz: Hey! Hold it man, I come in peace.. Look.. I just wanted to say a few things to you guys.. Tina, that what was said in my promo.. it’s all for entertainment purposes.. You know how it is, to get the fans into the match up.. It’s nothing personal.. So I hope we’re cool in that aspect, but if not.. I understand.. What I really wanted to say though was… Thank you..

~Tina and Joshua look at each other puzzled..~

Seth Frizz: Last week, you guys had a chance to put me out for a long time.. I was down, and it could have been so easy for you guys to finish me off right there.. but you didn’t.. You showed class.. and for that, I am very thankful..

~Seth stretches his hand out for Curtis to shake.. Curtis and Tina look at each other and then back at Frizz’s hand.. Hesitently, Curtis shakes it.. Frizz then offers it to Tina, and she shakes it as well.. Seth then nods and starts to walk away, when Curtis stops him..~

Joshua Curtis: Hey, are you going to be able to go tonight..? you don’t look so well..

Seth Frizz: Well, I won’t bs you.. I ain’t 100%.. but there is nothing that is going to stop me from fighting tonight.. There is too much at stake.. Tina, I’ll see you out there.

~Seth Frizz walks, or rather, limps away as Curtis and Davis walk the opposite way. We cut back to ringside~

Derek: Man, Seth Frizz is in bad shape…but it’s great to see such good sportsmanship.

Warrick: I guess

Derek: Well, anyways, it’s time for the first Quarterfinal match between Tony Case and The Judge!

~ “Sad But True” by Metallica begins playing as the fans stand and watch while The Judge makes his way down to the ring~

Satchell: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is a World Title Tournament Quarterfinal Match up! Introducing first, from Devon Island, California, standing 6’11” and weighing in at 318 lbs…..The Judge!!!!!

~ “Bullets” by Creed hits and the fans start to boo as they wait for Tony Case to make his appearance down to the ring~

Satchell: And his opponent, from Denver, Colorado, standing 6’7” and weighing in at 282 lbs….. “The Sniper” Tony Case!!!!!

~Case is nowhere to be found as Judge is standing in the ring, looking towards the curtain. Suddenly, we see Case sneak into the ring behind Judge and nails him with a forearm to the back of the head. This causes Judge to fall through the middle rope and land hard on the outside of the ring. The fans begin to boo Case for his sneak attack~

Derek: And that is the second time tonight that The Judge has fallen for one of Case’s tricks….maybe he’ll learn one day

Warrick: Yea, that damn Case is too damn sneaky if you ask me

Derek: Well, like I said…that is why he calls himself “The Sniper”!

~Case now goes to the outside where Judge is on his feet, regaining his composure. Case sneaks up behind him and twirls him around, but as he does, Judge nails Case in the head with a stiff right hand. The crowd cheers. Case staggers back as Judge begins to wail away on him with rights and lefts. Case keeps on staggering back before tripping over the ring steps and falling on his back. Judge then goes down after him and begins to choke Case around the neck~

Derek: Wow! Something just snapped inside of The Judge and he is going off on Tony Case!

Warrick: Well, two sneak attacks in one night…wouldn’t you be a little upset yourself?

Derek: Yea, I might

~The ref now goes to the outside and forces Judge to stop choking Case. Judge backs off as Case slowly makes it to his feet. Just as he does, he is run over by Judge with a running lariat. Judge now lifts Case to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Judge goes in the ring behind him and pulls Case to his feet once again. He points at the top turnbuckle and lifts Case to his feet. He picks him up and sets him on the top turnbuckle. Judge climbs up there with him, hooks him and jumps off, driving Case hard with a top rope spinning powerbomb! The crowd cheers as Judge goes for the pin~

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Kick Out!!!

Derek: Tony Case kicked out! And Judge can’t believe it!

Warrick: Yea, well I guess Case is kinda tough

Derek: Kind of? That was one hell of a move he just kicked out of right there.

Warrick: I guess…if you can call any move from the Judge “A Hell of a Move”!

~Judge seems uneffected by the two count and goes right back to his business. He lifts Case up and shoves him into a nearby corner. He begins to apply some vicious chops to Case’s chest as Case grabs his chest in pain. Judge now whips him out of the corner and Case goes flying across the ring into the opposite corner. Judge now charges in at Case, but Case moves out of the way and Judge runs front first right into the corner and falls to the mat~

Derek: And yet again, Tony Case has fooled The Judge!

Warrick: Surprised?

Derek: By now….no

~Case now gets to his feet as Judge is still laying on the ground. He pulls Judge to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Judge bounces off and Case nails him with a superkick right underneath the jaw. Judge crumbles to the mat and Case decides to try and go for a pin~

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Kick Out!!

Derek: Nice kickout there by The Judge!

Warrick: Huh? Oh…yea it was

Derek: Yea…way to pay attention there buddy.

~Case glares at the ref, complaining about a slow count, but the ref just shrugs. Case now pulls Judge to his feet and shoves him into a nearby corner. He kicks him in the midsection a couple of times, causing Judge to bend over in pain. Case then grabs the bent over head of Judge, hooks him and suplexes him out of the corner and into the middle of the ring. Case thinks about going for a pin, but decides not to. He lifts Judge up to his feet and then picks him up in a body slam position, almost as if he were going for a fall away slam. Case then drops Judge back across his knee. He holds onto Judge and does this again and again before finally letting Judge go. Judge holds onto his back in pain. Case sees this and begins to kick Judge in the back as he is down on the mat~

Derek: Well, now Tony Case has found a spot of weakness and he is going to exploit it, obviously.

Warrick: A spot?! Hell, Judge’s whole damn body is weak!

Derek: No way, Judge is a talented wrestler!

Warrick: It’s okay, he can’t hear you, you don’t have to pretend right now

Derek: I’m not pretending and you are crazy

~Case now pulls Judge to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Judge bounces off and Case applies what appears to be a Million Dollar Dream, a submission move Case likes to call Silent Kill. He locks it on good and Judge begins to fade quickly. The ref begins to check to see if Judge wants to call it quits, but he gets no response. He then goes to check the arm of Judge to see if he is unconscious. He lifts the arm up and it drops easily. Case sees this and realizes that Judge might be out of it. He then releases the hold and lets Judge drop to the mat, hoping to inflict more punishment, prolonging the match~

Derek: Man, Tony Case is one wicked wrestler

Warrick: Ah well, if he kills The Judge, he’s doing mankind a favor

Derek: Sorry if I don’t see things that way Warrick.

Warrick: Don’t be sorry, you’re not hurting my feelings.

~Case now picks up the limp body of Judge, lifts him up and drops him straight to the mat with C-4! Case looks out to the crowd who is now booing him, he just smirks at them, as if it doesn’t faze him one bit. Case now lifts Judge up and hooks him for Bite The Bullet! He lifts him up and drops him down hard! Case goes for the pin and the ref makes the count~

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~The bell rings and the ref raises the hand of Tony Case as the winner~

Satchell: Here is your winner and the next man to advance to the Semi Finals of the World Title Tournament…. “THE SNIPER” TONY CASE!!!!!

Derek: Tony Case with a big win as he moves on to Damaged Dreams and the Final Four!

Warrick: Yea…he will be tough to stop.

Derek: Anyways, I’m being told that Razor has caught up with Carl Fate…let’s see what he has to say!

~We go backstage where Carl Fate is standing by with Razor~

Razor: Thanks guys, I'm back here with Carl Fate, who after suffering a tough loss last week, is ready to bounce back with an Oceanic Title shot this Wednesday at Wargames. Right Carl?

Carl Fate: That is correct Razor. Dean told all of us in the preliminary matches that if we put on a good showing but lost the match, he'd reward us with an Oceanic Title match. So, I took him up on the offer and I will indeed be ready to capture that title at Damaged Dreams.

Razor: Any idea who your opponent or opponents may be? Alot is still up in the air concerning Damaged Dreams...

Carl Fate: You know Razor...I don't know and I really don't care. The main thing is that Carl Fate will be involved and knowing that...then I think we can all come to the conclusion that Carl Fate will indeed be the first HOP Oceanic Champion.

Razor: Okay..now how about that loss to Alec BeGrod..man that had to suck...you see....

Carl Fate: Huh? What did you say?!

Razor: Oh, I was just trying to get your comments on BeGrod....

Carl Fate: Listen here Razor...just because your wrestling career flopped and now you are nothing more than a pathetic interviewer, don't take it out on me. I know the fact that I'm a potential superstar pisses you off, but that shouldn't affect the way you do your job.

Razor: But, I was just merely....

Carl Fate: Yea, yea, blah, blah....I've heard enough...I'm out of here!

~And like that Carl Fate just walks off, leaving Razor confused. We cut back to the announce table~

Derek: You know, Carl Fate could be our first ever Oceanic Champion.

Warrick: Sure could….he has improved a lot since he first joined.

Derek: Yea, that he has…good observation by the way

Warrick: Well, it happens

Derek: It sure as hell shocked me…well it’s time for the next match this evening…with Blair Warner squaring off against Teck Nyne!

~ “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns N Roses hits and the fans stand and boo slightly as they see Blair Warner make his way to the ring. He gets about half way to the ring before he turns around and motions to the back. Suddenly, the 250 kids he invited to Wargames come out from behind the curtain and accompany them to the ring~

Satchell: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is a World Title Tournament Quarterfinal match up! Introducing first, from Boise, Idaho, standing 6’4” and weighing in at 240 lbs…..Blair Warner!!!!!

~Blair gets in the ring and orders the kids to all stand around the ring, surrounding it. Suddenly “Lose Yourself” by Eminem hits and Teck Nyne makes his way to the ring~

Satchell: And his opponent, from New Orleans, Louisiana, standing 6’0” tall and weighing in at 200 lbs…..Teck Nyne!!!!!

~Nyne looks around at all the kids standing around the ring and just shakes his head. He is able to push a few out of the way and climb into the ring. The bell sounds and Warner quickly attacks Nyne. He kicks Nyne in the gut, causing him to bend over and as he is, Warner begins to deliver heavy forearm shots to the back of Nyne. Blair now hooks Nyne around his waist, lifts him up and drops him with a gut wrench suplex~

Derek: Nice early start here for Blair Warner, he definitely would like to pick up a win here.

Warrick: Sure would…I wonder if there will be any help from those kids at ringside?

Derek: I don’t know…but I can’t see why he would bring them if they weren’t going to help him in some way.

~Warner stays on top of Nyne as Nyne is laying on the mat. Warner picks him up and tosses him over the top rope. Nyne goes flying over the top rope and all the way to the outside where he lands hard. Warner then begins to distract the referee as the kids around the ring start to kick Nyne~

Derek: Ahh! Those kids are attacking Teck Nyne?!

Warrick: Hmm, what do you think their parents would say about this?

Derek: I doubt they’d be happy

~The kids finally stop kicking on Nyne and in a group effort, lift him up and roll him back into the ring. Warner stops distracting the referee and goes after the wounded Teck Nyne. Helifts Nyne to his feet and whips him into a corner. Nyne hits hard. Warner charges in and nails Nyne with a huge splash in the corner. Warner backs up as Nyne comes stumbling out. Warner then grabs hold of Nyne and delivers a belly to belly suplex that sends Nyne right into the middle of the ring~

Derek: Nice moves there by Blair Warner…too bad he had to rely on a bunch of kids to soften Teck Nyne up.

Warrick: Say what you want, but that was Smart!

Derek: It was cheap and dirty…

Warrick: Yup, just like your mom…oooohhhh!!

Derek: Oh please, I thought we stopped with the momma jokes when we reached High school

~Warner stays all over Nyne as he lifts him to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Nyne bounces off and Warner puts his head down and lifts him up in the air with a back body drop. Nyne goes high and hits the mat hard. Warner then decides to go for a pin~

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Kick Out!

Derek: Nice kickout there by Teck Nyne, he is hanging in there!

Warrick: Sure is….maybe he’ll actually make a match of this.

Derek: I bet he will!

~Warner gets up and slaps his hands together three times, telling the ref to count faster next time. He then turns his focus back to Nyne, who is slowly trying to make it back to his feet. Warner sees that Nyne is using the ropes to pull himself up and that he is on all fours right now. Warner then takes a few steps back and charges at Nyne and goes for a dropkick to the side of Nyne’s head. However, Nyne moves out of the way and Warner goes flying through the ropes and to the outside, landing on a few of his little buddies out there~

Derek: Blair Warner almost crushed those kids out there….it is not a safe environment!

Warrick: I hope all their parents signed those permission slips.

Derek: Me too.

~Nyne now begins to climb to the top rope as Warner is on the outside, making it back to his feet. Nyne suddenly leaps off with a cross body at Warner, but Warner throws a few kids in the way and Nyne lands on them instead of Warner. Nyne quickly gets up and helps a few of the kids up. They respond by kicking Nyne in the shins. Nyne grabs his shins in pain but is suddenly knocked to the ground, courtesy of a big boot from Warner~

Derek: Well, that is what Teck Nyne gets for feeling sorry for those kids….

Warrick: Haha, those kids rule…Blair Warner rules!

Derek: Well, it is a free country

~Warner now pulls Nyne to his feet and he rolls Nyne back into the ring. Warner gets in after him and pulls Nyne to his feet. He then lifts Nyne up, sets him up and drops him down hard with a SideWalk Slam! Nyne appears to be out of it and Warner goes for a pin~

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Kick Out!!!

Derek: Teck Nyne kicked out! That is one of Blair Warner’s favorite moves!

Warrick: Yea, Teck Nyne did a good job kicking out I guess….if I were Warner, I’d just throw him back to the wolvers…err…kids

Derek: They might as well be wolves

~Warner gets up, looking frustrated and he pulls Nyne to his feet. He whips Nyne into the ropes and Nyne bounces off. Warner goes for another big boot, but this time Nyne ducks, bounces off the ropes again, Warner turns around, Nyne leaps in the air, grabs the head of Warner and drops him with a Tornado DDT in the middle of the ring as the crowd responds with cheers~

Derek: Great move by Teck Nyne! He’s getting back in this one!

Warrick: Yea…that little White Rappa is making some noise

Derek: Uh huh…

~Nyne quickly gets back to his feet as does Warner. Nyne then knocks him back down with a flying forearm. Warner doesn’t stay down long though as he makes it to his feet again. This time, Nyne greets him with a standing dropkick right to the face, this takes a lot out of Warner as he collapses to the ground and doesn’t get up~

Derek: Teck Nyne has gained a second wind and it is definitely paying off!

Warrick: Yup and Blair Warner just lost his wind or whatever the hell you call it

Derek: Yes, it’s called wind

~Nyne now lifts Warner up and gives him a few stiff right hands to keep him dazed. He then lifts Warner up on his back and drops him with a version of the Vertebreaker….a move that he likes to call the Life or Death Drop! Warner’s head hits hard and he is laid out on the mat, Nyne goes for the pin~

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Kick Out!!!

Derek: Blair Warner kicked out of the Life or Death Drop!

Warrick: I know! I saw it! Derek: Well, I was just letting our viewers know, in case they didn’t remember the name of that devastating maneuver.

Warrick: Viewers? What, like all 12 of them, haha

~Nyne now rolls Warner over onto his stomach and goes to apply the Thug Clutch! Warner though, uses his head and he jerks back, slamming the back of his head into the face of Nyne. Nyne back up quickly, holding his face in pain. Warner follows up on the move by kneeing Nyne in the gut a few times. Nyne is staggering back and Warner whips him into the ropes. Nyne bounces off and Warner puts his head down. However, Nyne is able to leap frog Warner, turns around, and kicks Warner’s legs out from underneath him. Nyne then gets on top of Warner and quickly applies the Thug Clutch!!~

Derek: Oh No! The Thug Clutch! This is such a painful submission!

Warrick: Looks rather gay to me

Derek: Yea, it would…you really suck at announcing, you know that right?

Warrick: Hey! I’m a work in progress!

~Warner begins to crawl towards the ropes, trying to force a release. He gets within reaching distance and Nyne notices this. Nyne then drags Warner back into the middle of the ring and continues to apply even more pressure. Warner fights it all that he can before finally tapping out and giving up, the ref calls for the bell, breaks the hold, and raises Teck Nyne’s hand in victory~

Satchell: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner and the third man to advance to the World Title Tournament Semifinals…..TECK NYNE!!!!!

~The kids all leave ringside, disappointed~

Derek: Great win for Teck Nyne…he continues to impress…wait…I’m getting information that…someone BIG has arrived!

Warrick: Who? Who?

~We suddenly go backstage where we see the door leading out to the parking lot. It swings open very violently as Scott Syren enters the building!!! The crowd goes crazy! Syren has no travel bag with him...just a smirk on his face. We follow him as he is walking towards the hall way. Assassin sees him and tries to talk to him. He gets in Syren's way and speaks~

Assassin: Mr. Syren! It's great to finally meet you!

~Assassin is all excited as Syren gets right up next to him. Assassin holds out his hand for a handshake. Syren laughs and then grabs Assassin's hand and uses it to smack Assassin in the face. Syren then slams Assassin head first into the wall. He follows that up by lifting Assassin up. He opens the parking lot door and tosses Assassin out of it and into the parking lot. Syren then wipes off his hands and speaks~

Scott Syren: That's one piece of shit the HOP won't ever have to worry about again.

~Syren then continues walking. We follow him as he walks towards the entrance curtain. We cut to the announce table~

Derek: He punked out Assassin!

Warrick: Wow, that was the most I’ve ever heard Assassin say!

Derek: Yea…is he coming out here now….

~Suddenly the lights turn off. The crowd falls silent.~

Warrick: Ahh, I'm blind!

Derek: shh, be quiet!

~With a blast of green and blue pyro, "I'm Destroying the World" by Guttermouth begins to play over the P.A. system. The arena lights come back on and we see Scott Syren standing in the entrance way. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd. Scott pulls his silver sunglasses down his nose a bit and peers out at the audience. With a broad grin on his face he waves two middle fingers at the capacity crowd and mouths the words "vuck you." Or at least I think thats what he said... I'm not very good at reading lips. At this, the crowd's mixed reaction becomes a little more negative.~

Derek: Warrick! Warrick!

Warrick: Yeah?

Derek: Scott Syren is here!!!

Warrick: Mmm-hmm.

Derek: Scott Syren is here in the HOP!!! Can you beleive it?!

Warrick: Yeah, I suppose so.

Derek: ... we've got to hire a new commentator.

~Teck Nyne, who was on his way to the back, stops in his tracks halfway down the ramp and stares at Syren's massive muscular body. Syren walks up to him and extends his hand in a gesture of congratulations. Teck Nyne smiles and shakes Scott's hand happily. Scott smiles and pats Teck Nyne on the back, and then in a quick flurry of motion, lifts him up across his shoulders and delivers a Death Valley Driver onto the floor. Scott laughs as he gets up and makes a masturbatory motion into Teck Nyne's face. As Scott climbs into the ring, the crowd response is no longer mixed at all, but a thunderous chorus of boos which drowns out any cheering that might still be going on. In the middle of the ring, Blair Warner is starting to move a bit. Scott bends down and helps him up off the mat. Blair Warner, who is still pretty much out of it, stands up, slightly wobbly, and looks at Scott in a very confused manner. Before he can figure out what's going on, Scott clotheslines him over the top rope.~

Derek: Come on, Syren! You're ruining the event!

~Scott stands on the middle rope and makes another jacking-off motion in the general direction of the announcer desk and fans. He is handed a microphone from ringside. Scott paces back and forth impatiently, waiting for the fans to stop booing. Once the arena has quieted down, he speaks.~

Scott: You know... I just might be one of the most misunderstood wrestlers in history. Sometimes, I say things the wrong way... sometimes I say things and people twist them into things I didn't mean... but right now, I want to say one thing and make it perfectly clear... there is not one person in this building tonight who's mom and/or dad I haven't had sex with.

~The crowd starts booing again, louder than before.~

Scott: Ha! Ha! Ha! Look at you fuckin' dorks... you paid like fifty dollars to come watch a bunch of sweaty no-name hicks in their underwear fondle each other? Idiots. If this is truly the kind of shit you like, you're in for a big disappointment. Because, you see, within a few months I'm going to make sure that all your HOP favorites are out of this fed... either in the hospital, in therapy, or back living with their mom. Not because I have a personal grudge against any of these wrestler wannabes, but because that's what Dean hired me to do.

~At this interesting revalation, the crowd becomes quiet and begins to listen intently.~

Scott: Well... of course, Dean didn't come out and SAY he wanted me to eliminate the fat from his fed... but why else would he have hired me? Think about it... before Scott Syren, the OCW-

~The fans begin booing loudly at the mention of the shitty pathetic gay OCW~

Scott: Yes, yes, I totally agree... but we're talking about the GOOD OCW... the OCW from a few years ago... anyway, before Scott Syren, the OCW was a weak, pathetic federation. A little candle trying to make some light in the shadow of its big brother, the ICWF. Well, as we all know, within a few months of my arrival, OCW became the greatest and most popular fed around. I took out weak opponent after weak opponent, and these roster spots were filled by better wrestlers who were attracted to the OCW by the prospects of going one on one against the mighty Scott Syren. The competition became tougher with each weakling I removed from the roster... and soon, there was no more room for shitty wrestlers in the OCW... hell, it even got to a point where there was some question in a few people's minds whether or not Scott Syren was the greatest wrestler in the OCW or not! I intend to do the exact same thing now in the House of Pain federation. It started tonight with these two fuckin' jobbers... boo me all you want, but you people can't tell me you actually wanted to watch that shit. Who the fuck were these dudes even? I'll tell you who they were... NOT SCOTT SYREN, thats who they were and thats all they'll ever be. And for anyone out there who thinks I'm washed up, anyone who thinks I'm past my prime... well, you'll find out soon enough just how wrong you are. My mind may be so fried from drugs and blows to the head that I don't even remember my own birthday... but physically I'm in the best shape of my life, and mentally I'm more pissed off than I've ever been. Scott Syren is here... and you're all fucked!

~And with those words, we cut backstage where Tina Davis and Joshua Curtis come out of their locker room and head for the ring.. Curtis stops and tells Tina he forgot something.. He leaves as Tina heads for the ring.. Joshua Curtis enters the locker room, and then, right behind him, you see someone else enter.. A few loud pops are head, followed by a thud.. then the person who entered behind Curtis exits the locker room quickly, not giving the camera a chance to get a good look at his face.. The camera man goes inside the locker room and finds it a mess, and laying on the floor, with a broken crutch wrapped around his head, is Joshua Curtis. We cut back to ringside~

Derek: Well, we’ve finally been able to get Syren safely out of here without a mob breaking out.

Warrick: Man, he’s so cool

Derek: But as all of you saw….Curtis was just assaulted and only one can’t help but thing that Seth Frizz was behind it.

Warrick: Yea…obviously.

Derek: Oh and here comes Tina Davis…it’s time for the match

~ “Flora’s Secret” by Enya begins playing as Tina Davis makes her way to the ring. The fans begin to shout at her and point towards the HOPTrong…she turns around and sees the shot of Curtis knocked out with a bent crutch laying next to him…she becomes enraged and quickly gets into the ring. She is looking for a mic when suddenly Seth Frizz comes hobbling down the ramp on crutches. He has is holding his arms out saying “I didn’t do it!” Davis will not listen to any of Frizz’s attempts to explain what happened as she quickly gets out of the ring and charges at Frizz, who remains on crutches. As she gets to Frizz, he lifts up one of his crutches and uses it to trip Davis. Davis falls flat on her face in the aisle way as Frizz hobbles to the ring on his crutches. He gets inside and lays the crutches down on the ring apron. He starts to rub on his knee, trying to warm it up as Davis remains on the outside. The ref begins to administer the ten count~

1!

2!

Derek: Man, we may be looking at a count out here, Davis landed pretty hard!

Warrick: Yea, but shouldn’t that be illegal? He did use a crutch for crying out loud!

3!

Derek: Give the man a break, he’s on crutches!

Warrick: Hey, when he develops a body like that, then I’ll give him a break.

4!

Derek: Uh oh, Davis is starting to move!

Warrick: Wow, look at that ass!

5!

Derek: She’s made it to all fours!

Warrick: Yup, in Curtis’ favorite position, no doubt.

6!

Derek: She’s to her feet!

7!

~Davis notices that she is close to being counted out and she quickly charges to the ring and slides in right before the ref can get to nine. As soon as she slides in, Frizz hovers over her and starts to stomp away on her. He delivers some surprising hard kicks to her back, giving the condition of his knee. He then lifts her to her feet and whips her into the ropes. She bounces off and Frizz nails her with a solid knee right into the gut. Davis falls to the mat in pain as Frizz grabs his knee in pain from the move~

Derek: Wow, Seth Frizz is really in some pain….how long can he go like this?

Warrick: I don’t know…good thing he is wrestling against a woman!

Derek: What is that supposed to mean? I thought you liked her!

Warrick: Oh yea, she is hot and all…but a contender? Ha! Give me a break!

~Frizz now limps over to Davis and lifts her up again. He slams her back into a corner and gives her a blood curdling chop that earns a “Whooo” from the crowd. He does it again, and again, and again, and again, before finally stopping. He now lifts her to the top rope, where she looks dazed. He climbs up there with her, hooks her and leaps off nailing her with a superplex! Frizz quickly grabs his knee in pain once again from using it to push off with~

Derek: What courage shown here by Seth Frizz, bum knee and all!

Warrick: Yea, so much for women’s lib! He is beating her ass with only one leg…yea, woman can really compete with men…My Ass!

Derek: Shut up, you are going to get us sued!

~Frizz gets to his feet as Davis is still down from the move. Frizz once again lifts her up to her feet and pushes her against the ropes. She bounces off and he goes for a clothesline, but she ducks. She then quickly clips Frizz right in the back of his knee and Frizz falls to the mat, grasping his knee in pain~

Derek: Uh oh and now she is going for the bad knee of Seth Frizz.

Warrick: Just like a woman, going for the easy way out….

Derek: Huh? What do you mean by that?

Warrick: Well, women know they can’t beat men in anything fairly, so they have to take short cuts…hell, just look at the LPGA, them and their “red” tees…it’s ludicrous!

~Davis gets to her feet as Frizz is still holding onto his knee in pain. Davis reaches down, grabs the leg of Frizz and slams his knee into the mat as hard as she can. Frizz grabs his knee and screams in pain. Davis then begins to kick the knee of Frizz over and over again before Frizz is able to roll out of the ring, to the outside to try and find some place to rest his knee~

Derek: Seth Frizz’s career is literally on the line tonight…his knee cannot take much more.

Warrick: Not to mention, the WNBA…not only is it so freakin boring, but they use a little bitty ball, kinda like a volleyball and they can’t even dunk!

Derek: Would you stop it already!

~Frizz is on the outside, sitting against the steps, holding onto his knee. Meanwhile, Davis has climbed to the top rope behind Frizz so he can’t see her. She then leaps off and drops and elbow right across the bad knee of Frizz. Her impact causes her to hold her arm in pain. Frizz, in the meantime, clutches his knee and curls up in the fetal position, screaming. Davis shakes off the pain in her elbow and turns her focus to Frizz. He is still curled up, in pain. She continues to stomp away on Frizz’s knee, adding more and more damage. She finally stops stomping and looks down at Frizz, smiling. Frizz suddenly grabs her by her tights, pulls her down and her face slams onto the ring apron. She stumbles back holding her face in pain~

Derek: Seth Frizz trying to comeback…but can he do it?

Warrick: Probably, I mean, Tina Davis is a woman.

Derek: Yes…we know that

Warrick: Well, just making sure

~Frizz now pulls himself to his feet using the steps as leverage. He sees Davis stumbling around and lunges at her, taking her down with a forearm. Davis falls backwards, landing hard against the guard rail. Frizz now uses the guard rail to get to his feet and uses his good leg to begin to stomp away on the body of Davis~

Derek: Seth Frizz coming back! He’s got some momentum!

Warrick: No! He’s going to ruin her pretty face!

Derek: What?! I thought you were pulling for Frizz?

Warrick: Are you crazy?

~Frizz now pulls Davis to her feet and rolls her into the ring. Frizz gets in the ring behind her and pulls Davis to her feet. He whips her into the ropes and puts his head down. She stops though, grabs his head, and delivers a DDT, taking him down. Davis then gets up and walks towards the legs of Frizz. She looks down at them with Frizz out of it. Davis pulls his legs up and locks him in a Figure Four! Frizz begins to scream in pain as Davis bears down on the hold~

Derek: Oh no! This is it, Seth Frizz has to give it up, his knee can’t stand it!

Warrick: There you go again, the little woman taking her short cuts.

Derek: Ugh….

~Frizz starts to move towards the ropes and gets within reaching distance as Davis continues to apply more and more leverage into the hold. Frizz finally reaches the ropes and the ref orders a break of the hold. Davis abides by the rules and drags Frizz into the middle of the ring. She helps Frizz to his feet and Frizz cannot put any weight on his leg…it’s completely limp. Davis then grabs Frizz like she is going for an atomic drop. But she lifts his knee up, then lifts Frizz up high in the air and drops Frizz’s knee right across her own. Frizz can’t stand the pain as he apparently passes out in the middle of the ring from the pain~

Derek: This match has to be over, Seth Frizz can take no more!

Warrick: This sucks….I mean she is hot and all…but her and her woman ways of cheating, I can’t stand it!

~Davis now stands above Frizz and looks out to the crowd. She then runs into the ropes, bounces off and drops a vicious elbow right into his chest. The move that she calls Last Rights! She then covers him and the ref makes the count~

1!

2!

3!!!!

~The bell rings and the ref raises the hand of Tina Davis~

Satchell: Here is your winner and the person who will advance into the World Title Semi-Finals……TINA DAVIS!!!!!

~Seth Frizz asks for a mic.. and after catching his breath, he stops Tina Davis who was leaving to the back.~

Seth Frizz: Tina, wait a minute.. wait a damn minute! I know.. I know it looks like I attacked Curtis, but you have to believe me.. I had nothing.. Nothing to do with it.. Someone is trying to set me up!

~Seth uses the ropes to get up and then begs Tina to believe him... She just shakes her head and appears confused.. Seth has trouble standing up until the ref hands him his crutch.. Tina starts to leave..~

Seth Frizz: You got to believe me Tina! I had nothing to do with it! I'm a straight up kind of guy.. these people will tell you!

~Crowd boos loudly..~

Seth Frizz: SHUT UP!!!

~Tina shakes her head and just leaves.. Seth stays in the ring, an evil smile slowly forming on his face...~

Derek: Wait a minute! Seth Frizz did it…look at his face!

Warrick: What are you talking about, it’s just a smile

Derek: It’s an evil smile, he’s tricking us all!

Warrick: No way, some girl probably just flashed him or something…geez Derek, you’re always suspecting stuff that isn’t there.

~Suddenly, the entire arena goes dark. For a few minutes no one is sure what is going on, when the entire ring lights up in a huge fireball. Standing there is a huge man, dressed in all black including a mask. He is wearing a solid black flowing robe. No symbols or markings are noticeable. The flames still burning in the ring are illuminating him from behind. He is staring at the man walking up the ramp. He raises a hand and points at him, as the voice over starts.

Voice Over, "You have been chosen to be the first victim, the first to come face first with the new evil. You will feel the ultimate strangulation of the Darkness as it will succumb, claim, and destroy your life. You will be able to tell everyone else that I am no easy target, that I am the new force, the new power, and the ultimate Evil. Your going to wish, I never returned."

~The flames vanquish out, returning the arena to darkness, as the lights come back on, the stare of pure fear at the empty ring.~

Warrick: Umm, okay now that was scary…

Derek: I’d have to agree with you on that one….who is this thing that keeps leaving these dark messages?

Warrick: The hell if I know.

Derek: Well, good thing the ring didn’t burn down, because it’s time for the last of our four World Title Tournament Quarterfinal matches!

~ “Click, Click, Boom” by Saliva hits and the fans go crazy as they see Alec BeGrod, led to the ring by Justin Stromen, make his way down the aisle~

Satchell: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the fourth and final Quarterfinal match of this evening and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Coral Springs, Florida, standing 6’8” and weighing in at 278 lbs….. “The Machine” Alec BeGrod!!!!!

~BeGrod gets in the ring and speaks with Stromen for a few moments before “Not Falling” by Mudvayne hits and the fans slightly boo as they see Xtreme make his way to the ring~

Satchell: And his opponent, from Tyendinaga, Ontario, Canada, standing 6’7” and weighing in at 295 lbs…..Xtreme!!!!!

~The bell rings and Stromen exits the ring and stands in BeGrod’s corner. BeGrod walks to the middle of the ring, as does Xtreme. Both men look each other over and they are basically the exact same size. They then lock up in the middle of the ring with neither man gaining the advantage. They break the lock and once again stare each other down. They lock up again and this time Xtreme is able to shove BeGrod back into his corner. The crowd boos as BeGrod looks surprised. BeGrod walks back into the middle of the ring and locks up with Xtreme again. This time, BeGrod shoves Xtreme back into his corner! The crowd cheers as Xtreme gets a look of anger on his face. BeGrod flexes for the crowd and as he does this, Xtreme blindsides him with an elbow to the side of the head. BeGrod falls to the mat~

Derek: I guess Xtreme didn’t like Alec BeGrod showing him up.

Warrick: What? BeGrod didn’t show him up…are you retarded?

Derek: BeGrod flung Xtreme into his corner, that is showing him up!

Warrick: How wonderful things must look through those rose colored glasses you are wearing.

Derek: Heh, very funny Warrick

~Xtreme pulls BeGrod back to his feet and shoves him into a corner. He starts to punch away at the head of BeGrod as BeGrod begins to slump in the corner. BeGrod finally is all the way down, sitting against the corner when Xtreme plants his foot into BeGrod’s throat. He starts to apply more pressure as BeGrod can’t breathe. The ref administers the mandatory five count before finally forcing Xtreme to stop choking BeGrod. Xtreme backs up as the ref checks on BeGrod~

Derek: There goes Xtreme, trying to bend the rules.

Warrick: Bend?! He released after the count of five, everything looked legal to me Derek.

Derek: Choking a man should never be allowed!

~BeGrod is now at his feet, holding his throat in pain. He makes it a few feet out of the corner when he is once again run over by Xtreme, this time courtesy of a running elbow into BeGrod’s forehead. Xtreme picks BeGrod off the mat and hurls him over the top rope. BeGrod goes over the top rope and slams onto the outside floor with a resounding thud~

Derek: Xtreme is in total control at this point, thanks in part to his dirty tricks!

Warrick: Would you get off of the man’s back? He is doing everything by the book!

Derek: I just don’t like him…he seems like such an evil person

Warrick: Well, I know he doesn’t like you…he told me so.

Derek: What?! That son of a bitch!

~Xtreme now goes on the outside after BeGrod and sees that Stromen is trying to help BeGrod to his feet. Xtreme taps Stromen on the shoulder and Stromen turns around. As he does, he receives a boot into the gut from Xtreme. Xtreme then lifts Stromen up and powerbombs him right across the steel ring steps. Stromen grabs his back in pain as it has to be broken or something, that was hideous~

Derek: Justin Stromen, excuse the phrase, but he is broken in half!

Warrick: Wow! What a cool move….did you see Stromen provoking Xtreme?

Derek: What?! No! I didn’t see that!

Warrick: Well, that Stromen sure is a punk, he got what was coming to him!

~Xtreme now pulls BeGrod to his feet and whips him into the ring steps. BeGrod hits hard as the steps break into two pieces. Xtreme begins to laugh and throws his arms up to the crowd as they boo loudly~

Derek: This Xtreme is really a jerk, I don’t find any of this at all amusing!